“What is this? Could the Alforques be among the prime suspects as well?” I immediately reacted. It is already too late for me to realize that Reagan became a little confused as a result of my reaction. What now? Should I act as if I despise them? Am I supposed to? Well, technically, I do hate them, particularly Matteo. On the other hand, I simply cannot say for certain whether or not it will be the same reaction that the real Claudette would feel at this very moment if she were present here.However, since I had already made that scene in front of Reagan, I might as well just go along with it since I had already done so. I cringe when I have to admit that my hasty reactions frequently get me into trouble or simply make it look like I'm an idiot. But it's true.I don't know what Reagan is thinking right now because I can't seem to read his mind, but judging from the expression that remained fixed on his face the entire time, it seems like he didn't even mind that I reacted in that ma
As soon as I finished reading the invitation's details to the other two, there was an odd hush that fell over us all. I had to double check between Reagan and Klen once more just to make sure that neither of them bothered to utter even a single word to react. And neither of them really didn’t at all. "What's the deal with all this silence?" I immediately inquire because I have a hard time comprehending the most likely reason behind their actions. Following a brief period during which they maintained their silence, it was actually Reagan who took the initiative to respond to my questions. He went on to say, "I can't help but suddenly wonder why the Alforques wanted to hold a party." “Why? Aren’t parties supposed to be something the Alforques are commonly fond of doing?” I inquired. This conversation is somehow becoming more useful to me, particularly because I am gaining new information not just about the Alforques but also, somehow, possibly even about that creep who resembles my
A day after Reagan visited me to check my condition and at the same time, provide me details about the progress of his investigation regarding Julius Silverstone’s death, which I later find out as something that Julius had also instructed Reagan, here I am now making some contemplations on my next move from this.Of course, I haven’t forgotten that there is an upcoming party at the Alforques Manor which I am invited to attend. At first, it really is a mystery for me. Just like what both Reagan and Klen presumed, I, too, believe it to be a little suspicious why they are hosting a party all of a sudden.I don’t particularly recall any occasion around October that requires them to celebrate for. As far as I can remember, the Alforques aren’t the type to randomly hold a party if it isn’t something they could brag about from the rest of other clans that belong to their pact.As a matter of fact, even my engagement party with Matteo took a little while to prepare because they wanted to make
Taylor and I went into town in search of some new clothes for me to look into purchasing for the upcoming party. Of course they didn’t want to allow me at first, particularly because of the incident that happened before where they completely lost me, or more like, I escaped from them.I had to work at it for a while before I was successful in persuading either one of Klen and Taylor to come with me to the city instead, just so I could be allowed to go outside. They even suggested that I just get a stylist at the mansion, but if they follow through with that suggestion, I won't wear any of it even if they give it to me for free.They have no choice but to openly support what I really want in the end because they will be required to obey me as the head of the household at the end of the day.Although, this does come with the possibility of some drawbacks. Particularly now, as I walk through the shopping district at the moment, I am being watched over not just by one but by ten different
My eyes widened in shock as a big and rough hand immediately covered my mouth and prevented me from asking for rescue. I could feel that this is a man given by the rough texture of his palm against my lips.I can also sense that he is taller than me by the way he pressed by back against his body. My height is almost at the level of his chest. I feel so inferior to this man, whoever he is. And it scares me more since we’re in a completely dark room. At this point, it just scares me to think of what could he possibly be capable of doing with me while it is just the two of us and he got me completely on hold.In my current situation, I can’t even make any movement to free myself. It is as if my entire body has been stoned by his mere presence. I have no idea how he managed to do it, but this isn’t good.I am at a complete disadvantage over here. And it scares the hell out me now that I can feel his other free hand slowly making a move. It is particularly his finger which I can sense is
This is insanely mad.Even though I am being sexually assaulted at this very moment, my body is not cooperating with my wishes to move. It is very comparable to what took place in the manor when I was in the same numb state. I have no way of being able to control myself, and the thing that makes it even worse is the fact that my body is slowly enjoying the sensation that it is experiencing.It makes me sick to my stomach to be able to recall what that creep did to me right at this moment when the very same situation is taking place at this very moment. At this point, the one thing that I cannot say for certain is whether or not I will be able to escape from this situation once more just like I did in the manor.I wish I could believe that I have some control over the man who has me restrained against the wall, but it appears that such thoughts may be futile at this point. I felt his tongue licking the back of my neck as his mouth remained pressed against me.Wait, what?!I've experien
That night, I couldn't even find my way to sleep. It's so hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that something as terrible as that happened to me earlier when I was at the store.What seems to be much worse now is the fact that I can't even find the courage to speak of it to anyone, not even to Taylor, who seems to be someone who can be trusted. I know that she can be trusted for it since Claudette seemed to have trusted her that much. However, that is Claudette. My situation is very different from Claudette's because, unlike Claudette, I did not grow up being cared for by Taylor. In fact, I have only just recently come to know her to actually have the guts to speak to her about how someone had just molested me earlier at the shop.Earlier at the shop—just a moment after that creep left me—I instantly had to wipe the moist between my legs with my own handkerchief, since I could already hear Taylor knocking from the outside. I did not want her to find out that I had been haras
My mouth drops open in shock at what I'm seeing right now. I just can't believe that something like this took place right here in the garden of the mansion. The fact that one of the housemaids is the victim makes the situation seem even more dire.It is still unclear to me who the maid actually is; however, based on the fact that she is dressed in a uniform, I can only assume that she is employed by the Silverstone mansion. It would appear that what they have done to her is a truly horrible thing. Aside from the fact that she appears to have been raped, she also has quite a few bruises, which appear to be some kind of scratches that can only be caused by claws. This leads one to believe that she was abused in some way, as evidenced by how mutilated and ruined the uniform she now wears.However, considering the circumstances, it makes me wonder if she had been mauled by a wild animal of some kind.“What happened to her?” I immediately asked.I have the impression that the remaining ot